The Fourth of July had nothing on last night. After covering my balls with clothespins and then edging me numerous times, Mrs. Lion moved to oral attention and asked me if I wanted an orgasm. My answer was, “Nuh Huh!” She then gave me a very intense orgasm. It was wonderful. Coincidentally, yesterday was my “maybe” date. This is a very good weekend, indeed.
It’s been some time since I have looked forward to a date. While I was working under a contract, each passing day caused me dread. I worried that once the money stopped, I wouldn’t find work for months. Once, the contract ended, each day felt like a countdown to disaster. Now that I have a new job, each day moves me a bit closer to my starting date; tomorrow stopped being my enemy.
Now that my future is my friend, the prospect of my next orgasm adds a cheerful sense of anticipation. I wonder how other guys are affected by the length of time they have to wait for the next ejaculation. I know from my own experience that once the wait gets over two weeks, the sense of anticipation fades and is replaced by acceptance of the fact I won’t come. Of course, the edging continues and instead of making my need to come grow, it becomes its own happy sexual conclusion. I look forward to the edging without really thinking about having an orgasm.
Enforced chastity forced me to adapt to a condition that is very unnatural to most men. In the vanilla world, a guy will masturbate if he has no other sexual outlet. As he ages, without active stimulation from a partner, he will eventually just stop masturbating and thinking about sex.
I think that enforced chastity can keep the male sexual fires burning throughout his life. As his refractory time (the time between being able to come) grows, the edging bridges that gap with active sex that keeps him ready for ejaculation when he is able.
The power of teasing is immense. When applied consistently, at least in my case, keeps sex front and center for me. That’s pretty cool.